I've been run down, I've been lied to I don't know why I let that mean woman make me out a fool She took all my money, wrecks my new car Now she's with one of my good time buddies They're drinkin' in some cross town bar Sometimes I feel, oh, Lord, sometimes Like I've been tied to the whipping post Tied to the whipping post, tied to the whipping post Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin' My friends tell, that I've been such a fool And I have to stand back, take it babe, all for lovin' you I drown myself in sorrow, as I look at what you've done But nothin' seems to change, the bad times stay the same And I can't run Sometimes I feel, sometimes I've been tied to the whipping post Tied to the whipping post, tied to the whipping post Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin'